Thy Cup Runneth Over With Laziness

, , , | Right | April 2, 2020

(I’m working in the window of the drive thru.)

Me: “Here’s your coffee and change, sir. Have a nice day!” 

Customer: “Thanks! Hey, can you throw this cup away? I forgot to do it at the garbage cans back there.” 

Me: “Sorry, we’re not allowed to take garbage through the window for health and safety reasons.” 

Customer: “Darn! Oh, well, thanks again.”

(The customer drives off. Ten minutes later, a customer drives past the speaker without ordering, and I don’t think anything of it until I see the same customer driving past the window.)

Customer: “Hey! Sorry! Just wanted to throw my cup away!” 

(Instead of using one of the trash cans conveniently located in front of the store, he decided instead to wait ten minutes in the drive-thru lane just to throw away his cup.)

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Teaching Your Kids How To Burn Effectively

, , , | Right | March 31, 2020

(I am very happy to have had a healthy pair of twins, and I am out in a mall with my aunt and them for a stroll. 

My aunt was never able to have kids of her own and suffered quite a bit from it. So, I simply declared her auntie-grandma, and she is really opening up to it, feeling a bit embarrassed once in a while, but I see it’s from just loving it, even if it’s silly.

We stop at a coffee shop and I treat her for a drink. It’s almost empty and I am the only one who’s come to the counter for quite a while, it seems. 

While my aunt sits at a table with the stroller nearby, I order, and when asked for names, I tell the barista to just call out Mama and Grandma. She smiles and goes off to make the drinks. I go to the seats and check on the little ones as the barista calls out the order.)

Barista: “A [drink] for Mama and a [other drink] for Grandma, ready for pickup!”

(My aunt realises my little surprise and smiles as she gets up to get the drinks. But before she reaches the counter, another woman grabs the Grandma cup. 

My aunt is confused and looks at me. The barista sees what happened and tells the other lady:)

Barista: “Sorry, but that’s not your drink, ma’am!”

Lady: *very smug* “Well, show me whose name is on there to prove it’s theirs.”

Barista: “These two ladies ordered these drinks; please hand the cup over.”

Lady: “Well, you said it’s for Grandma, and my daughter just announced that she is pregnant, so I figured you made me a drink to celebrate.”

Barista: “Well, congratulations, but you can’t just snatch other people’s drinks.”

(While he talks, she pointedly takes a sip, basically making it unreturnable. The barista is just silent, and my aunt is too timid to say anything, but I have had enough.) 

Me: “It does not say, ‘rude coffee-thieving b****,’ on there, so it can’t be yours. I really hope you try to be not such a s***ty example of a human being when your grandkid is born.”

(She just sulked back to her seat and the barista made my aunt a new drink. After all that, I saw in the app that the charges for the drinks on my [Coffee Shop] card had been reversed and two free beverages were added. Although I don’t think that was necessary, as a mom, I appreciate every extra coffee I can get.)

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We’re Afraid Of You, Too, Dude

, , , , , , | Friendly | March 25, 2020

(I am in line at a coffee shop. Behind me, there is a woman with a dog on a leash and behind her, there is a man using some type of walker. The man starts waving the walker at the dog, and the small dog backs away closer towards the woman.)

Man: “Look, your dog is afraid of it!” 

(He waves the walker at the dog a second time and again the dog backs up and hides behind the woman. The man laughs.)

Man: “Look, your dog is afraid of it!”

Woman: “Can you please stop doing that, then?”

Man: *explodes* “I am disabled! How dare you tell me what to do?”

(He goes into a screaming rant about all the medical issues he is experiencing.)

Woman: “I think you misunderstood; I just didn’t want you waving your walker at my dog.”

(Eventually, the man had to be escorted out by police because he was screaming at the top of his lungs about how the woman was discriminating against him and he hoped she ended up in a wheelchair one day.)

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The Tables Have Turned

, , , , | Right | March 24, 2020

(ALL of our tables have numbers on them for the kitchen to take food to. When customers come to a till to place their order, we must ask for a table number, as there are approximately two-hundred tables. This happens to my coworker who is working the till.)

Coworker: “Hello! How are yo—”

Customer: “I’d like a steak sandwich, kids’ spaghetti, a salmon sandwich, side of chips, side of onion rings, a latte, a cappuccino…”

(She rants off this massive order without stopping. Meanwhile, my coworker hasn’t done anything yet as she hasn’t been given a table number.)

Coworker: “Sorry, I need a table number first.”

Customer:What?!

Coworker: “I need a table number before I can take your food order.”

Customer: “Well, I’m over there!” *gesticulates randomly*

Coworker: “Each table has a number; we need the number or I cannot take your order.”

Customer:I am outside! Can’t you just tell the kitchen to take it outside?”

Coworker: “No, because there are other people sitting outside as well as you. I need the table number.”

(The customer then THREW the menu at my coworker and stormed off. She didn’t go to get her table number as we didn’t see her for the rest of the day!)

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Unfiltered Story #190336

, , , | Unfiltered | March 22, 2020

(I work alone at night and because there is no manager to refill my register if I run out of money, I am not allowed to give change for any bill over a twenty.)
Me: So your total is 11.89.
Customer: I only have a $50, is that okay?
Me: I’m sorry. I can only take a twenty or less.
Customer: Well this is all I have! Just take off the last item. I didn’t realize how bad this neighborhood was. How much is my total?
Me: It’s 8.99. I apologize again.
(I make his drink and food order.)
Me: I’m sorry, it’s just that without a manager on duty I can’t refill my register if I run out.
Customer: It’s ok, I was being a bad person. Please forgive me.
(He left me a two dollar tip!)